Civic white

Today I went gangbusters. Started this morning by helping Alex clean out his kitchen shelves. He's packing up to move across the country, to spend the summer being around for his parents, who are getting on. When he tired of me taking magnets off his refrigerator and trying to throw away his Tums, I went home, where the rampage continued. I sold books (finally!), gave away clothes, and washed my car. Then, I detailed it, and painted the scratches on the bumpers where many years of parking had taken their toll. Civic white. You wouldn't believe how much wear and tear city driving can bring. Definitely made me think twice about getting a new car.

I am knitting like a fiend. My first scarf is more than halfway done. Amazing. You knit, and this stuff just spools off your needles. It's becoming a bit cumbersome, though. Like carrying around a half-knit scarf.

My knitting teacher rocks -- literally. She's a local singer/songwriter with a lovely sound. Check her out: Brandi Shearer. Her stuff is great. I can't wait to say, yeah, I knew her when. She taught me to purl.

What else? I had a nice swim this evening after a hot, sunny San Francisco day. Gorgeous. I've got the windows open, the setting sun is just about done streaming into my tiny apartment, and I'm sipping a glass of cold Husch chardonnay, a new favorite. California is just grand. Expecting Alex later to help me eat some lentil soup I'm making. I just wish he weren't leaving.

A friend's father passed away this week. It is very sad. I never met him; I was out of town when he visited. But I can only imagine what my friend is going through. It's mighty sobering. I know of 4 people whose parents are having health problems. It's that time, I guess. When you realize the people you love aren't going to live forever.

My little place is tidy and clean. I'll knit some more tonight, and read one of the dozens of books Alex has given me. All in all, a lovely holiday weekend. I can only hope everyone is out, enjoying the sun.